dim rays

Though signals flash dim rays,
Numb spirit hears dull-witted speech
Eye balls roll in strong weakness
Prophecy speaks its soft voice yelling
For me to yield to a splendid admonition
But I linger in hope for impossible
Of deactivation in the precarious band,
Circle of lies and diamond infidelity.
As the storm grows stronger,
I need to shudder not, holding vehemently to my salient pledge of servitude to this sickling correlation,
not minding the differing variances heavens have bestowed on us.
I long for a day with no sun, without
flying birds of the sky in their race,
when lazy sleep takes mighty eyes for granted. I've been blindfolded by a fallacious feeling, by a meretricious fantasy and a nudging infatuation.
But alas, not the impregnated firmament
nor the growing storm,
nor the resultant scenario of both, will ever erode the irredeemable indebtedness of my indefatigable submission, whether this union loses its richness
or its striking softness and brightness
But why do you wish me peril when I post no evil?